A Glass Full of Life ..

A night that sparkled with stars,
A rooftop that gossiped with the wind,
A glass full to the brim with life,
and the love and laughter of a friend.

I hang on to those days,
When I had not, a care in life.
The glass of life was all that mattered,
The wind in my ears didn't feel like a knife.

I still return to those moments at times,
I hang on to the rails and wonder.
Times like these I can feel them again.
The friends, the laughter and the thunder.

The times when it rained,
the heavens showered their love.
The times when I ran for life, and danced,
in the rain, in the love from above.

The times when I walked,
down the road, in the moonlight.
To comfort the friend, to convey my love.
to tell them to hang on, to hold on tight.

I wonder, if those days are gone,
or if I have just grown up.
I look around and see the waves,
the sparkling smiles, the clinking cups.

The moments are still here,
all I have to do is gaze around.
To wait for the nights to sprinkle their stars,
To hold on to the glass and paint the town.

~Neha

Vo din ..

Kitne dinon baad aaj jharokhe se jhaanka toh paaya humne,
Ek naya rishta, kuchch purani yaadon ke saath.
Ek havaa ka jhokha chhua, toh yaad aaye beete pal,
jinhein guzara tha humne kabhi, apni beeti mohabbat ke saath.

Baarish ki boondein chhan chhanayi, teen ke chhappar par,
toh dekha humne, un nanhi munhi muskaanon ko.
Koodte, faandte, kagaz ki kashti ko doobne se bachaate,
un chhote haathon ka rishta dekha, khushiyon ke saath.

Falak se tapakte paani ki boondon ka jaadu hi tha,
hum bhi chal pade, badappan ko chhor door kahin,
Nanhi si kashti ko thaame hue dekha, basta ek naya rishta,
us muskurahat ka, meri dil ki dhadkan ke saath.

Un chhoti aankhon mein ashayein thi, ankahi daastan thi,
Ek nayi muskurahat khilte dekhi humne, apni hansi ke saath.
hum jo kehte hain samajhdaar khud ko, kaise bhoole baithe hain,
ye ek chhota sa rishta, nanhi aankhon ka sapnon ke saath.

Duniya bhaagi chali ja rahi hai, hum bhaage saath uske,
par ek baar mud ke dekhein toh, un purani yaadon ko,
jinmein the aasmaan chhoo lene ke sapne,
sapne ghar basaane ke, un sitaron ke saath.

Aaj naukri ke chakkaron ne bhula diya, ki bachpan kitna anmol tha,
bhool gaye vo sangi saathi, jo humaari kashti ke hissedar the.
Yahi soch, chhor chale hum fir zimmevariyon ko,
chale ek baar fir bade bade sapne sajaane, apne chhote se mann ke saath.

~Neha